Hello, and welcome to this year’s hop post for International Day Against Homophobia and Transphobia! This year I have a bit of a funny (true!) story for you from when I lived in England. There’s also a prize involved, so stick around to find out how you can win!
So. The Cream Cake Story, as it shall forever be known in my own personal canon.
I once had a coworker. Let’s call him B. We both worked at a place I’ll refer to as S. S had a policy. On special birthdays (18, 21, 30, 40, 50 etc), the birthday person had to bring in cream cakes for everyone. These cakes aren’t exactly cheap, but it was a very small workplace and we all loved to stuff our faces with eclairs whenever possible.
B was extremely homophobic. He used to make incredibly distasteful comments in the workplace. One of his favorite memes, if you will, was to detail what he would do to his son if it came out that he was gay. Violence. Throwing him out on the street. Calling him all sorts of names. My other coworkers at the time were pretty cool. They used to tell B to be quiet, that his behavior was sickening and distasteful, and say that if he actually knew any gay people, he wouldn’t talk like he did.
Sitting across the aisle was me, a confused young woman who was putting all the pieces together, coming up with bisexual, and wondering how on Earth she was going to explain it all to her American fiancé before the wedding that was mere months away. (That’s also a beautiful story of love and acceptance.)
A new bakery had just opened in the small town where I lived. It was the talk of the town because the bakery’s owners were a gay couple. B liked to make a stink that he would never eat from the bakery, that the goods were somehow tainted and would throw up if he ate from there.
Guess where I got the cream cakes for my 21st birthday?
So B picked up his cream cake. I watched with fascination and a small smile as he devoured it. All my coworkers were in on the plot and enjoyed the situation immensely.
B came up to me: “So there are the best cream cakes I’ve ever eaten. Where did you get them?”
So I told him. B made a very large fuss about feeling sick, but you know, he didn’t throw up. In fact, after that, he actually shut up a bit. I left a few months later, and got married without a hitch.
I sometimes think about B. I wonder if he’s moved on from his hate or whether he clings to it steadfastly in a changing world. People like him inspired the Culture Wars series. People who fear difference so much that they’ll go to any lengths to destroy it.
Anyway, onto the prize. I have an e-book copy of Written In The Snow (Culture Wars) to give away to one lucky reader! Leave a comment with your e-mall address to be entered into the draw. The winner will be chosen at random and announced on May 25th.
The year: 2238AD. In this prequel to Written In The Stars, the Culture Wars are in full swing, with the Freedom Alliance fighting the Moral League for control of Washington D.C., which now stands in ruins. The symbols of America have been looted and destroyed, but the war goes on for the P.R. campaign, with both sides trying to claim they have won the nation.
Gabriel Green, runaway from the League, joins the Alliance’s Ground Force to fight back against the persecution and oppression he has witnessed. Sent to the front in the midst of a bitter winter, a mortar hits his position and he is wounded. He finds an unlikely savior in the form of Angel Ramirez, a devoutly religious albino League medic with a heart of gold and a big secret.
Doubting the war they once both believed in, Gabriel and Angel trade the battlefield for
exile on the neutral Melvana Colony, but Angel struggles to reconcile his religion with
his feelings for another man. Torn between two sides of a war, Angel must find a middle
ground between faith and love or risk losing both forever.
Thanks for stopping by. Please visit the other blogs on the hop and have a lovely day!